New York

What we did like...

DAY 1

Wake up with a boy in my bed :S lounge around and pack shit up - get excited, sit on the tube for ages getting from one side of london to the other. Get on a plane and sit on that for ages getting from one side of the planet to the other. Arrive in New York, get shocked by everything around us! Massive cars, and no signs for anything anywhere mean we feel lost. After a couple of metro transfers through some dodgy looking places we arrive, in a dodgy looking place! It's dark, there may be grues, there sure is a lot of run down looking brooklyn around us. No lights, not many windows... But we wander the way we've been directed, seeing a graffiti'd up car with slashed tires and some massive freaking trucks! Finally we find a door in a wall that says 'New York Loft' and wander in. Surprisingly it's a super nice hostel, not the crack den it looked like! After dumping the gear we wander back down towards the hostel looking for a bar that we're told exists. And sure it does! You just can't see it, because the sign is tiny, and the door is covered by a curtain.

But hell, in we go - and it's a really sweet little hipster bar. Artwork on the walls and music from who-ever got the iPod on first. It's small and dark, but warm and friendly and we meet Ben - who should write a book for lame-ass tourists like us, he sure filled enough napkins with places and things to see! After a couple there, and a little chat with some locals we head out to the next closest bar. It's cool, but not as cool. We end up in the corner shop buying the most awesome sandwhich you can imagine. It's just freakin' rammed with food!

Then - sleep :)

DAY 2

Today we have no real plans, so he head to Manhattan, hop out at Union Square and grab a starbucks. We get talked to by a man, then wander into bestbuy where Scott breaks a drumkit and I break a bass guitar. Then off we trot - not sure which way, down broadway, towards Houston... maybe. Got Pizza, saw shops, resisted shoes! We grabbed milkshakes too big to fit in the glass so they gave us the mixer as well! Then wandered soho way, found a small park with a big arch and saw probably the best buskers of the week. Double bass, 5 backing singers and a lead singer, awesome harmonies, and a great jazzy feel. A quick stop in a classic rock bar, then up 5th for a bit and we were on the way home.

Back to the local for couple and we're told Williamsberg is the place to be - so back on the train a couple stops west and we're in the another bit of Brooklyn - as Scott liked to say "winhamsvillton" where we found the bar with the free pizza (crocodile longue) the bar with the arcade games (barcade - get it!) where we spent many quarters on games we sucked at and finally the bar with the pool (Union pool) except the pool was filled, but it still had a campfire and gig room with elctro and a taco van. Two tacos later and many awkward conversations later we wander our way back home, praising the all night metro!

and Bed! :)

DAY 3

Thanks to some lady on the plane, today we got up 'early' and headed to Grand Central station - after gawping a bit too long and missing the train we got another fatass sandwhich and headed off an hour later to the home of Yale university - a town called New Haven. We were told that 'the game' was being played (Yale Vs Harvard) so the town would be full of partying students! We arrived and walked into the town, following the randomly placed and more randomly direction signs to Yale uni campus, where we tried to look smart but failed. Then we found out we'd missed the game, and were still miles from the stadium. Oh well, they'll all be coming back to party! So we follow some undressed blue people untill they all dissappear into various halls and dorms, asking a few people where the party is, and getting a dissapointing "what party? I'm studying tonight" responce. We soon decided that American uni students are too fucking lame to party, so headed back into town to find anywhere that would be fun. Finally a shitty sports bar appears, and tolerating the stench of bbq sauce we head in for a drink.

And it's here we meet Mike. Now Mike was both the best and worst thing about the night. Providing us with retarded promises of chicks up north, and dumb schemes of how to get there, but also helping keep us amused while underage americans had diner with their parents. From sports bar to pizza bar, to tequila bar (where I buy the boys the gayest cocktails the waitress can make! And I have a virgin Mohito(sp) which looks less gay, but sounds more) we party hard in here, tequila shots for all(ish) then head out again. One last irish bar, for one last drink - we're getting scared Mike will kidnapp us by this point! and we think we left without paying by accident - it was mikes round!

Part way down the road and we find a library that has ciabatta for $1 and after much confusion, scott discovers that just ciabatta is not pronounced see-a-batty and that he wants a sandwhich with ham. After poking some drunk chick in the face, without blinding her (a miracle considering he couldn't walk straight!) and yelling at an escaping piece of ham ("Fuck you ham! Get back in my sandwhich now!") we start to head home. Mike asks for money to get, so we run, but not before I notice a really nice looking jazz bar with live music... fuck you mike!

We bump into some girls in that station from the pizza bar, they're heading to brooklyn too, but seating means conversation sucks on the train, and they're all soon asleep, leaving me to work out the riddle on the poster. (5 hats, 3 blue, 2 green, 3 people in a line. The one at the back is asked to say what colour they are wearing and doesn't know, then the middle one is asked and doesn't know, and the one at the front shouts out! What colour do they call out?) and we head home (via the local) for bed :)

I will continue writing this later :)

Please comment :)

looking back

Well, I just went through my old blogs a bit, pretty interesting if you ask me.

A few things I noticed.

1) sam is now my bestest best fwend - not just some guy I go pulling with
2) Forx is still awesome
3) I'm a lot more obsessed with girls than I was - I blame girls.
4) I'm not in the most awesome band in the world anymore - because I moved
5) I still don't write my blog enough!
6) I need to write up some new york shiz (more for me than you fools!)

I still wish more people read this on my blog, not facebook - then they'd see the uber cool tags I put in...

I know no-one listens but here's some bands I like at the moment

Saosin - amazing live
Circa Survive - just amazing
Sounds of Animals fighting - unspeakably amazing
Brand New - you should know how I feel about them by now
Don Bronco - british goodness
Deaf Havanna - more so
Fei Comodo
Dividing the Line
Proceed
We Butter The Bread With Butter
HORSE the band
iwrestledabearonce
rolo tomassi
genghis tron

and... sad to say it, but the BMTH remix album is really good!

Sexism in Rock

Is bullshit.

And if you think there is - you're wrong.

I've never played in a band that has been exclusively male, that fact the every performer has been a guy is only a reflection of the people available. If more girls played guitar (and I mean actually played guitar, not just had a pretty acoustic in the corner of their room) then I'm sure more girls would be in bands. It's a pretty simple link to make. Oh, and the same goes for racism, I don't give a shit where someone is from, who they are, what they do, so long as they're cool and can play their damn instrument properly.

In fact I've been in bands with Iranians, Asians, Greeks, the Welsh, Girls, Christians, Jews, Germans, Lesbians, Gays, Fat people, I'm even combining a few stereo types recently with a new project with an Asian Lesbian on guitar.

And guess what! It doesn't matter at all, she does her job and is cool. Nothing else to it.

People who like music don't care who make it - if it's genuine and makes you nod your head then that's all that matters.

And girls - if I hear you bitching about how hard it is for a girl in rock music, take a second and think whether if it's any harder for you than anyone else. And if I hear you bitching about how few girls there are, then I have only one question for you. What do you play?

Side note:

Emo songs about who evil girls are - I'll admit there's a fair few songs about girls that have broken boys hearts, but I'm sure the same is true for the other way around, plus the amount of shitty TV shows and films that put boys in the role of evil bastard more than makes up for it! Everyone hurts after a break up, I guess these guys just have the talent to get paid to sing about it!

Smile folks - music is made to be enjoyed :)

another daily playlist :)

spotify:user:terrorvision101:playlist:6WRu0aGu6wyT51w8fiverY

pop punk, hardcore, nintendocore, adhd metalcore, hardcore, emo, alt-rock

I love my music :)

and no paramore today! (yet :P)

Yes

So sometimes, I think to myself - my life is awesome!

I love what I do, I love my friends, I love my housemates, I love music, and dancing and girls.

I don't like my sleepy head right now, but sleep will cure that.

Bring it on baby ;)

props to my homeboys (lol)

Clush - comment and be proven to have no life

http://open.spotify.com/user/terrorvision101/playlist/6WRu0aGu6wyT51w8fiverY

here's what I'm listening to today :)

also, if you're on last.fm add me terrorvision101 as usual. There you can see how much I love brand new and paramore!

Go see some bands people :P

broken(lol)cyde

I don't really know where to start with these new bands. Part of me feels like I'm just missing out on a big joke, but the rest of me thinks that these really are the morons they appear to be.

And do you who I blame? - The girls that support this shit.

This music is made by kids with no talent, but the desire to be 'scene' now if you know my views on scene you'll how retarded that is. So my advice, let this wave of shit die down - it can't last long.

I've also come to realise that there's two types of scene kids. There's the ones who are in it to be cool - they'll go to the clubs, and you might see them at a few of the big shows, always sporting the most appropriate tees, and the most elaborate hair. These are the ones that are still listening to MyChem everyday rather than branching out into greater musical reaches. There's even a few that have downloaded every song they could find from every band they've ever seen on a t-shirt - but are stuck listening to metrostation and 3OH!3 because they can sing along.

Then there's the ones who are really into the music. The dress is a little more subtle, and there's clearly less effort involved, but these are the ones that are listening to music all day, the ones that go to the little shows, and the ones that will drive hours to go see a bunch of little bands playing a shed in some dive town. The community with these people is incredible - and I love being a part of it.